too tired for new words
this poem comes to you from Kyra Ahlstrom, a brilliant young writer i met at a writing retreat last summer. she's been gracing me with her work all year, despite the fact that she's in college and surrounded at any given time by midterms and late-night frat parties. what a treasure she is for sending me this. and so, an excerpt:
Apriums (to my mother)
(such a prim, crisp word)
(sensual, and curved)
you bought them at the farmer’s market,
along with cherries
strawberries that melted on the
tongue and blueberries the best I’ve ever had
such a bounty, a banquet of fruit
lush and colorful on the counter
a feast of love and healthy children and mothers
and today, I walked to Whole Foods
where most of the luscious, expensive produce
is from, of course, California.
And there in a barrel, tucked behind the blackberries and yellow
Is a sea of apriums, gorgeous in their color.
I bought five and it made me feel
Closer to you.